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roxyIt's almost time for me to go to work so I thought I'd share a little story with you, the little fic that's taken over my life!
We're going places now folks! Hang onto your hats, it's going to be a bumpy ride!
Rake The Moon (how many parts is that now?)
He moved so fast it was as if he floated down the hallway to the small bedroom that Dominic had for nights that he’d be working very late—he kept his own apartment in the city.
Bruce was satisfied to find he was still there .He could hear music playing low, and the sound of water. Bruce eased the door open and slipped inside, sat in a chair by the bed and waited for Dominic to come out of the shower.
Dominic stepped through the doorway scrubbing at his neck and shoulders with a towel in one hand and holding the one around his waist with the other. He hummed to himself and turned to toss the wet towel on the bed.
“ Holy shit!”
He jumped back, wide-eyed. “ What the fuck are *you* doing in here,” he yelled.
“Tell me what Lex took.”
He watched Dominic’s face as several different emotions slid across his face; anger, worry, a lick of fear, and finally, amusement .He dragged a hand through his hair and smiled nastily.
“Wait, don’t tell me, your little pal sent you, hunh? You want a bit too-- Well, *you* have to pay for it, boy.”
“ I want to know what Lex took.” Bruce stood and jammed his hands in his pockets, trying to keep them from shaking.
Dominic smiled. “Nothing much. It was just some codeine. No big deal.” He crossed to the closet and rummaged about. “What, you want some too, little boy? I don’t mind. You can pay me any way you want.” He started to turn around, but Bruce swung him about and shoved him into the doorframe.
“Stop it, you little fuck. What’s wrong with you—ow!”
Bruce twisted Dominic’s arm behind him, twisted it up and lifted him to his toes, shoved him forward till he gasped for air as Bruce ground him against the doorframe.
Bruce trembled from head to toe. This was it, what he was born for.Taking something wrong and making it right. Here was an evil he could stop. He growled into Dominic’s ear. “ You sick mother-fucker. He’s a kid, you bastard, how could you do that?”
“He asked me! I didn’t start it, I swear to God, he started it!” Dominic’s voice climbed higher as Bruce twisted a bit more, ground a little harder.
“How long? How long have you been—been messing him up?”
“ Christ! Aah-- I told you, he wanted the painkillers, I told him he had to do something for them. He gets everything handed to him! Everything's his way, Lionel just gives it to him, he has to learn, --ah, shit! -- nothing’s free! He ought to thank me for the lesson!”
He gave a breathy little scream as Bruce levered his arm up again and jammed his knee behind Dominic’s and dug in. The young man hung stretched between Bruce’s hand and Bruce’s knee, unable to move without flooding his body with pain.
“I think you’ve been teaching him that lesson for a long time. I think you raped him, I think you still do it…how--”
“*NO! * No, I didn’t, I don’t...he gave me a hand job, ok? That’ all. That’s it I swear to god, I fucking *swear*!” he rasped and shook, sweat beaded at his hairline and ran into his eyes. Bruce eased up; let the man drop.
Bruce stepped back, shaking in reaction himself.
“Don’t give him anything, not ever again.”
“ But…I—ok.” He dropped to the floor, and tried to calm the muscle jerking in his shoulder.
Bruce started for the door, stopped when Dominic spoke again.
“Look,” he began shakily. "I’m not the brat’s friend, but I’m not his enemy either. Not everything is as simple as you want it to be, kid.”
Bruce shut the door on him and walked slowly down the hall towards his room. He felt sticky, dirty; his mind kept throwing up horrible pictures. He didn’t need to grow up with parents to know what was right and what was wrong—why couldn’t
*these* people see that? It was like being stuck in a funhouse mirror, only without the fun, and all the mirrors reflected back nightmare visions. When he finally got to the door to his room, he leaned his head against the cool wood and tried to still the shakes that still ran through him, His stomach roiled as the muscles slowly relaxed. He swallowed against a rush of saliva, and a tiny voice in his head asked him over and over, did you like that, and yes, he had
A little. Just a little.
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Ah, thank god, he’s asleep, I don’t think I could deal with him right now, Bruce thought. He sank down on the carpet next to the bed, and leaned his head against the side. I seem to be in this position a lot, he thought. Always sitting by his bed. Like his faithful goddamn dog! I should just get the fuck in it. He thought bitterly. He came on to me, again and I bet anything, tomorrow he acts like it never happened. Again.
He stood, undressed and threw his clothes on the floor, no folding, no hanging, no putting them in the closet. He kicked the pile of material viciously and itched to pick something up and smash it.
He yanked the covers back Oh, *please* get comfortable, hog the whole bed and almost jumped into the bed when he saw that Lex was nude. Nude. Splayed across the bed on his stomach. Nude.
Bruce really wished he could cry or scream, or break something. A lot of somethings. Was he working off some horrible karmic debt? Why did these things keep happening to him? He always tried so hard to do the right thing and what happened? Lex got high, freaked because his father was coming, got into that awful corner he got into at these times, and pushed and pushed… Bruce was just human.
He got into the bed.
As soon as the bed dipped Lex moaned and moved away, just a little but it was as if he were trying to shrink himself even in his sleep. Bruce nudged him over some, and he rolled slightly away, but didn’t wake at all. Bruce poked him, gently at first, then harder, but Lex didn’t respond; he slept on.
And Bruce looked. And looked at him, memorized every line and curve of his face, the line of his neck, his shoulders, Bruce took it in and reached out a finger, light as a feather he traced the curve of his ear and ran it down his shoulder, his ribs, his hips…it stuttered and stopped when he got to the ridge of muscle at the top of his thigh. Bruce was breathing heavier by that point, he licked his dry lips over and over, he was so hard already; Lex was asleep and besides, he’d offered before so it wasn’t wrong to touch him like this, right?
He pulled his finger around to his belly, and slowly, slowly moved it down .His heart was pounding so hard he almost expected to hear it, he struggled not to breath too loud and then he touched him. Touched his dick, ohshitohshitohshit what am I doing, oh it’s so warm, feels like velvet…he stroked lightly, savoring the feel; his breath caught when it began to fill and move against his fingers. He snatched his hand back, his face flaming. Oh god help me He turned away from Lex and shuddered, lay on his side with his hand on himself and for the millionth time jerked off to thoughts of Lex.
He struggled to keep from moving too much, and it just seemed to make it even more intense. He dragged his hand back and forth and wished so hard that it was Lex’s that it made him groan out loud, the force of his longing like a physical weight crushing him.
Finally, he couldn’t stop his hips from moving, he lifted slightly from the bed and bit his lip to keep quiet as his dick jerked and jerked and flooded his hand, and then he heard a gasp and whipped his head around to stare right in Lex’s wide eyes.
Oh fuck me.
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We're going places now folks! Hang onto your hats, it's going to be a bumpy ride!
Rake The Moon (how many parts is that now?)
He moved so fast it was as if he floated down the hallway to the small bedroom that Dominic had for nights that he’d be working very late—he kept his own apartment in the city.
Bruce was satisfied to find he was still there .He could hear music playing low, and the sound of water. Bruce eased the door open and slipped inside, sat in a chair by the bed and waited for Dominic to come out of the shower.
Dominic stepped through the doorway scrubbing at his neck and shoulders with a towel in one hand and holding the one around his waist with the other. He hummed to himself and turned to toss the wet towel on the bed.
“ Holy shit!”
He jumped back, wide-eyed. “ What the fuck are *you* doing in here,” he yelled.
“Tell me what Lex took.”
He watched Dominic’s face as several different emotions slid across his face; anger, worry, a lick of fear, and finally, amusement .He dragged a hand through his hair and smiled nastily.
“Wait, don’t tell me, your little pal sent you, hunh? You want a bit too-- Well, *you* have to pay for it, boy.”
“ I want to know what Lex took.” Bruce stood and jammed his hands in his pockets, trying to keep them from shaking.
Dominic smiled. “Nothing much. It was just some codeine. No big deal.” He crossed to the closet and rummaged about. “What, you want some too, little boy? I don’t mind. You can pay me any way you want.” He started to turn around, but Bruce swung him about and shoved him into the doorframe.
“Stop it, you little fuck. What’s wrong with you—ow!”
Bruce twisted Dominic’s arm behind him, twisted it up and lifted him to his toes, shoved him forward till he gasped for air as Bruce ground him against the doorframe.
Bruce trembled from head to toe. This was it, what he was born for.Taking something wrong and making it right. Here was an evil he could stop. He growled into Dominic’s ear. “ You sick mother-fucker. He’s a kid, you bastard, how could you do that?”
“He asked me! I didn’t start it, I swear to God, he started it!” Dominic’s voice climbed higher as Bruce twisted a bit more, ground a little harder.
“How long? How long have you been—been messing him up?”
“ Christ! Aah-- I told you, he wanted the painkillers, I told him he had to do something for them. He gets everything handed to him! Everything's his way, Lionel just gives it to him, he has to learn, --ah, shit! -- nothing’s free! He ought to thank me for the lesson!”
He gave a breathy little scream as Bruce levered his arm up again and jammed his knee behind Dominic’s and dug in. The young man hung stretched between Bruce’s hand and Bruce’s knee, unable to move without flooding his body with pain.
“I think you’ve been teaching him that lesson for a long time. I think you raped him, I think you still do it…how--”
“*NO! * No, I didn’t, I don’t...he gave me a hand job, ok? That’ all. That’s it I swear to god, I fucking *swear*!” he rasped and shook, sweat beaded at his hairline and ran into his eyes. Bruce eased up; let the man drop.
Bruce stepped back, shaking in reaction himself.
“Don’t give him anything, not ever again.”
“ But…I—ok.” He dropped to the floor, and tried to calm the muscle jerking in his shoulder.
Bruce started for the door, stopped when Dominic spoke again.
“Look,” he began shakily. "I’m not the brat’s friend, but I’m not his enemy either. Not everything is as simple as you want it to be, kid.”
Bruce shut the door on him and walked slowly down the hall towards his room. He felt sticky, dirty; his mind kept throwing up horrible pictures. He didn’t need to grow up with parents to know what was right and what was wrong—why couldn’t
*these* people see that? It was like being stuck in a funhouse mirror, only without the fun, and all the mirrors reflected back nightmare visions. When he finally got to the door to his room, he leaned his head against the cool wood and tried to still the shakes that still ran through him, His stomach roiled as the muscles slowly relaxed. He swallowed against a rush of saliva, and a tiny voice in his head asked him over and over, did you like that, and yes, he had
A little. Just a little.
************************
Ah, thank god, he’s asleep, I don’t think I could deal with him right now, Bruce thought. He sank down on the carpet next to the bed, and leaned his head against the side. I seem to be in this position a lot, he thought. Always sitting by his bed. Like his faithful goddamn dog! I should just get the fuck in it. He thought bitterly. He came on to me, again and I bet anything, tomorrow he acts like it never happened. Again.
He stood, undressed and threw his clothes on the floor, no folding, no hanging, no putting them in the closet. He kicked the pile of material viciously and itched to pick something up and smash it.
He yanked the covers back Oh, *please* get comfortable, hog the whole bed and almost jumped into the bed when he saw that Lex was nude. Nude. Splayed across the bed on his stomach. Nude.
Bruce really wished he could cry or scream, or break something. A lot of somethings. Was he working off some horrible karmic debt? Why did these things keep happening to him? He always tried so hard to do the right thing and what happened? Lex got high, freaked because his father was coming, got into that awful corner he got into at these times, and pushed and pushed… Bruce was just human.
He got into the bed.
As soon as the bed dipped Lex moaned and moved away, just a little but it was as if he were trying to shrink himself even in his sleep. Bruce nudged him over some, and he rolled slightly away, but didn’t wake at all. Bruce poked him, gently at first, then harder, but Lex didn’t respond; he slept on.
And Bruce looked. And looked at him, memorized every line and curve of his face, the line of his neck, his shoulders, Bruce took it in and reached out a finger, light as a feather he traced the curve of his ear and ran it down his shoulder, his ribs, his hips…it stuttered and stopped when he got to the ridge of muscle at the top of his thigh. Bruce was breathing heavier by that point, he licked his dry lips over and over, he was so hard already; Lex was asleep and besides, he’d offered before so it wasn’t wrong to touch him like this, right?
He pulled his finger around to his belly, and slowly, slowly moved it down .His heart was pounding so hard he almost expected to hear it, he struggled not to breath too loud and then he touched him. Touched his dick, ohshitohshitohshit what am I doing, oh it’s so warm, feels like velvet…he stroked lightly, savoring the feel; his breath caught when it began to fill and move against his fingers. He snatched his hand back, his face flaming. Oh god help me He turned away from Lex and shuddered, lay on his side with his hand on himself and for the millionth time jerked off to thoughts of Lex.
He struggled to keep from moving too much, and it just seemed to make it even more intense. He dragged his hand back and forth and wished so hard that it was Lex’s that it made him groan out loud, the force of his longing like a physical weight crushing him.
Finally, he couldn’t stop his hips from moving, he lifted slightly from the bed and bit his lip to keep quiet as his dick jerked and jerked and flooded his hand, and then he heard a gasp and whipped his head around to stare right in Lex’s wide eyes.
Oh fuck me.
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